TAYVIS ONE SHOTS

the wedding was charming if a little gauche

A/N GUESS WHOS BACK BACK AGAIN
I HAVENT UPDATED IN 63 DAYS AND AM CURRENTLY BEING COOKED ALIVE
AND LOTS HAS HAPPENED 

IVE BEEN RANDOMLY DROPPED BY MY NOW EX BSF 

IVE BEEN DROPPED THEN UNDROPPED BY THE REST OF MY FRIENDS (NOT INCLUDING BUNNAUR DW)

IVE BEEN TO ITALY

IVE DONE A DRAMA SHOW 

IVE DONE A DANCE SHOW

IVE TRIED AND FAILED TO OFF MYSELF

IVE MET AGAIN WITH MY CRUSH FROM 2022

IVE BEEN DEPRESSED

IVE BEEN HAPPY

IVE THOUGHT A LOT ABOUT UPDATING

IVE DONE A REALLY GOOD TOE TOUCH IN CHEER

IVE GOTTEN 100% ON MY MATHS AND FRENCH 

IVE ARGUED WITH MY BROTHER

IVE RESCUED MY BROTHER FROM A HEDGE

I ALSO HAVENT DONE A LOT OF THINGS

I HAVENT GOTTEN OVER MY SITUATIONSHIP

I HAVENT UPDATED (SORRY)

IM BORED NOW I NEED TO ACC WRITE SOMETHING

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THIS IS AN AU BTW AND THEYRE BOTH FAMOUS. I HAVE NO IDEA OF THE DETAILS OF LUCAS TILL AND HIS GIRLFRIEND AND IM SURE THEYRE BOTH VERY NICE I JUST HAD TO GO WITH SOMEONE AND I HAVE NO IDEA FOR THE TIMELINE BUT WE MOVE ON

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ALSO THIS IS GONNA BE QUITE SHORT SORRY DONT HATE ME

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Taylor's POV

The invitation still burns a hole in my handbag. Ivory cardstock, elegant calligraphy, a gold-embossed wax seal like it came straight out of some expensive boutique in SoHo.

I should have burned it weeks ago. Or, better yet, never opened it.

But no—I had to know. I had to read the names. Lucas and Skyler. My ex and his new fiancée. My old future and his shiny new flashy younger one with eyes that don't feel heavy and shoulders that don't constantly feel like they have weight on.

I stare at myself in the mirror, adjusting the soft blue silk of my dress. It's tasteful, romantic, and just a touch vengeful. Ella called it my "revenge dress." I call it armour to defend me from whatever shitstorm was about to develop once the oh so sweet bridegroom realised I'd accepted his pity invitation.

"You sure about this?" Gigi asked when I mentioned going. "It's kind of... masochistic, no?"

I thought about it. About how I'd smile, how I'd show up pretending to be radiant and unbothered, how I'd prove to myself I'd moved on. But as I sit in the car outside the venue, heart pounding against my ribs, I realise I might've overestimated my emotional stamina.

I stumble my way out the car lifting my dress above my ankles to try not drench it in whatever the universe decided it would be nice to attempt to soak me in today.

And then he walks up.

Travis Kelce.

Golden tan, sunglasses perched on his nose cockily, wearing a navy suit like it was tailored by the Lord himself. I know him, of course— brother to Philly royalty, tight end for the Kansas City Chiefs and apparently an admirer of my own according to none other than Keleigh Teller.

But I don't know him.

Not yet.

"Hey," he says, knocking on the window with a grin. "You going in or just planning to stare at the entrance till sunset?"

I roll it down. "Sorry, do I know you?"

He chuckles. "You do now. Travis. Groomsman. And I think you just saved me. Everyone's coupled up, and I was starting to feel like the weird solo plus-one."

I raise an eyebrow. "Let me guess—you're also here for emotional closure?"

He smiles wide. "Nah. I'm here because Lucas used to be my teammate in high school, and I owe him a favour. But hey, if you need someone to help you fake being wildly in love, I'm very available."

I smirk. This might be the best worst idea I've ever had.

Travis' POV

I was gonna ghost the whole thing.

I had a game night planned with Jason, a bottle of bourbon on the counter, and zero interest in watching my ex-teammate marry a girl who used to flirt with me at every homecoming.

But my mom raised me right. And guilt's a hell of a motivator when you're single, rejected and growing but not maturing well into your thirties. 

So here I am, standing outside some high-end wedding venue in the Hamptons, when I see the car. Sleek. Tinted windows. Just sitting there.

And when the window rolls down and Taylor Swift is staring back at me—lip gloss shining, cheekbones sharp enough to cut through any ego—I forget how to speak.

I've never been starstruck. Not really. But she's not just famous. She's Taylor. And up close, she's even more magnetic. Sad eyes, the kind of smile that hides a storm.

"Hey," I offer, recovering enough to sound human. 

She's not. Not really. But I don't push.

We end up walking in together. Everyone watches. I'm not even mad about it. She slips her arm through mine and whispers, "Let's give them a show."

And suddenly, I'm all in.

Taylor's POV

Travis is funny. Like, actually funny. He makes the most awkward parts of the reception feel like a scene from a rom-com.

He spins me around during the first dance, dips me dramatically, and whispers, "You're absolutely showing up this entire wedding."

I laugh. I can't help it.

And for a few hours, I forget why I came. I forget the dull ache of what could've been. All I see is the man next to me—broad shoulders, kind eyes, chaotic charm—and the way he keeps looking at me like I'm the only thing in the room that matters.

We sneak champagne from the caterer's tray. Take ridiculous selfies in the photo booth. I press a fake mustache on his lip; he tries to hold a serious face. Fails miserably.

By the time we escape out to the garden, the stars are high and I'm barefoot, heels in one hand.

"Do you ever do this?" I ask. "Pretend to be someone's date?"

He shakes his head. "Only for you."

My breath catches. He means it. I feel it in the way he's looking at me. This isn't a game.

And I'm suddenly terrified.

Travis's POV

She kisses me first.

Soft, like a secret. Like she doesn't trust it but wants to.

And I'm gone.

Forget the speeches. Forget the garter toss. I only remember the moment her fingers slipped into mine, how it felt like they were always supposed to be there.

The night ends too soon.

But before she goes, I grab her wrist. "Can I see you again? Like, not as your wedding date. As me."

She smiles. It's small. Hopeful.

"Yeah," she says. "I'd really like that."

And just like that, the pawn gets the queen and the game plan has changed.

A/N I KNOW THIS IS RLLY CRINGE SHORT AND TOO QUICK BUT IT WAS GOOD IN MY HEAD OK

AND I PROMISE ILL UPDATE SOON